While attending this years festivities, I was talking to this beautiful woman covered head to toe in a white gown about such things as how she heard about the festival, what Burning Man meant to her, etc. She said "Hey, how is the Burning Man festival just like tartar sauce?" I said "I dunno" and she goes "They both taste good on fish!!"
I told her that I didn't get it. She said, "If you can understand the riddle, you can understand what the Burning Man is all about". I tried to press her further to explain, but then I suddenly realized that I was alone on the playa with the nearest person at least 200 ft away. She was no where in sight. Can someone help me wrap my head around this?? I was not drinking/smoking/etc. at the time. I was fully hydrated and not hallucinating.

This is the famous "Lady in White" ghost/spirit. You see, back in '74, there was a wagon load of tartar sauce in a supply wagon train that was travelling from Maine to San Francisco. The wagon masters daughter was along for the trip and she was found deceased from an unkown cause one morning right about where the Man is now. She was dressed in her white night gown and ever since, she preys on unsuspecting people with riddles that have no answer.

helitack wrote:This is the famous "Lady in White" ghost/spirit. You see, back in '74, there was a wagon load of tartar sauce in a supply wagon train that was travelling from Maine to San Francisco. The wagon masters daughter was along for the trip and she was found deceased from an unkown cause one morning right about where the Man is now. She was dressed in her white night gown and ever since, she preys on unsuspecting people with riddles that have no answer.

It's odd...I was encountered by a woman matching this description, but she asked me how they get the zip into Miracle Whip? Is there a relation there? It's not tartat sauce, it's not mayo, and it tastes like crap and ruins virtually any sandwich, but here was this ethereal women questioning me about it and then disappearing...What's the deal?

helitack wrote:This is the famous "Lady in White" ghost/spirit. You see, back in '74, there was a wagon load of tartar sauce in a supply wagon train that was travelling from Maine to San Francisco. The wagon masters daughter was along for the trip and she was found deceased from an unkown cause one morning right about where the Man is now. She was dressed in her white night gown and ever since, she preys on unsuspecting people with riddles that have no answer.

It's odd...I was encountered by a woman matching this description, but she asked me how they get the zip into Miracle Whip? Is there a relation there? It's not tartat sauce, it's not mayo, and it tastes like crap and ruins virtually any sandwich, but here was this ethereal women questioning me about it and then disappearing...What's the deal?

Ah, don't you know that the Greek Muses mulitplied as the world population went up and now cover art forms such as "Grapholate--the muse of Grafitti" and "Ouzorkia--the Muse of Tasteless Condiments." Personally I'm ducking "Tintinia, the Muse of Japenese Cartoon Theme Music."

The Lady with a Lamprey

"The powerful are exploiting people, art and ideas, and this leads to us plebes debating how to best ration ice.Man, no wonder they always win....." Lonesomebri

helitack wrote:This is the famous "Lady in White" ghost/spirit. You see, back in '74, there was a wagon load of tartar sauce in a supply wagon train that was travelling from Maine to San Francisco. The wagon masters daughter was along for the trip and she was found deceased from an unkown cause one morning right about where the Man is now. She was dressed in her white night gown and ever since, she preys on unsuspecting people with riddles that have no answer.